NEED MOAR: Eric’s Toddler Diary
(To be clear: I had always planned to stop writing monthly letters and transition onto yearly letters when Eric turned one, so it’s not as if I just threw my hands up in the air and proclaimed “to hell with it all.” And come on, there’s only so many ways that I can say “YOU’RE GROWING UP SO FAST, LITTLE MUNCHKIN.” Better to condense that into a yearly letter rather than twelve monthly ones.)
In any case, narcissistic mom blogger that I am, I though I’d update you all on the fun parts of Eric’s existence.
You know. The parts that don’t involve him fighting sleep like a heavyweight champ.
And because Eric is a toddler, most of his existence (besides, *cough cough*, the poor sleep habits) revolves around NEEDING MOAR of everything.
ME ERIC! ME NEED MOAR PIANO! ME CRUSH PIANO AND SMASH IT WITH MY MONSTER FISTS!
(For the past few weeks, I’ve discovered the keys from our Melissa & Doug toy piano strewn all over the play room floor. Jumping-to-conclusions mother that I am, I kept blaming the destruction on the older boys…until I finally caught Eric dismantling the piano all on his own. Toddlers are freakin’ masters of destruction. MASTERS, I TELL YOU.)
NEED MOAR CHOKING HAZARDS! NEED THEM FOR MY MOUTH! MOMMY DOESN’T FEED ME I’LL SHOW HER I’LL GIVE HER A HEART ATTACK WHEN I SHOVE THIS LEGO IN MY MOUTH!
(Miles and Alec rarely put things in their mouths when they were toddlers. I thought that it was because of my superb parenting. Like most parents who get cocky about how awesome they think they are, I was wrong. Eric wants to eat ALL THE THINGS. And especially ALL THE TINY THINGS.)
NEED MOAR BUTTONS IN THE CAR! WINDOWS GO DOWN! WINDOWS GO UP! HONKING THE HORN IS AWESOME TO SCARE PEOPLE WALKING THROUGH THIS PARKING LOT! LET ME DRIVE MOMMY! DAMMIT LET ME DRIVE!
(Eric and I have spent many a late morning sitting in the car waiting for Alec to finish up with preschool. He likes to scare the patrons of the nearby Panera with his random honking. He likes to scare me by hitting his foot on the seat recliner button.)
MOAR LOUD! NEED MOAR LOUD! ERIC CRUSH POTS AND PANS WITH FIRE DRAGON FISTS OF DOOM! YOUR EAR DRUMS GO SMASH LIKE SQUISHY BUG!!!
(Banging on pots and pans really is one the simplest and most joyous pleasures that toddlers–and, as demonstrated here, preschoolers–can enjoy. Eric gets really, really really into it sometimes, though. And he gets really, really, really angry when I need to use one of the pots or pans to make dinner.)
NEED MOAR MOMMY SNUGGLES! NEVER GET ENOUGH MOMMY SNUGGLES! NEVER!!!
(Because really, Mommy can’t ever get enough Eric snuggles either.)